I don't know anyone who doesn't like Adam. That sounds like a grandiose statement, that sounds like something only a besotted girlfriend would write, but it's not, despite being both besotted and his girlfriend. Adam has something special. And it's hard to describe if you haven't met him. He is confident and funny, he loves to make people laugh, he loves to talk to people and really cares about their lives. He can joke and tease and make silly puns until you end up rolling your eyes at the ridiculousness of them with an uncontrollable grin on your face. Or maybe the latter part is just me. He is someone that everyone respects, people don't walk over him or dismiss him. But yet he is the kindest man I have ever met. He is not mean to people, he doesn't dismiss people as unimportant or discount their opinions and feelings like they don't matter, he doesn't push people out or make them feel bad about themselves. He is open and kind and he makes me want to be a better person. He doesn't try and be on top, in control or the alpha male, he is secure in himself enough that he doesn't need to. He is everything I could ever want in a partner, and everything you could want in a friend.
Today is his birthday. Unfortunately placed in the middle of hardcore revision time, I am currently in the library and he is at home. He is supposed to be revising, I am writing this blog post.
People know him and love him, and I hope that tonight (I won't publish this post until tomorrow!), when he sees the surprise get together, he will realise how much people care about him. He thinks everyone is too wrapped up in revision and work and life to celebrate this day with him, but they aren't. I've never been good at organising surprises, but I am proud of this one. It isn't a massive, extravagant party, but rather just the people who love him.
Adam isn't showy or competitive, so there are many amazing things about him that people don't know. He won't tell you himself, he won't slide things into conversation in search for compliments, so I, as his very proud girlfriend, will tell you instead.
Last year, when my mental health deteriorated, Adam was the best support I could have ever had. He found it hard, lying next to me and begging me to help him understand as I just cried and cried and cried, shaking my head and whispering 'I don't know' to every question, but he never walked out on me. He never told me that I needed to stop it, that he was done, that it was up to me. He never told me that there was anything wrong with how I felt, that I was handling it wrong or that I should be any different. When I freaked and couldn't be around people without hyperventilating, he would take my hands, look directly into my eyes and tell me that I could do it, that I would be fine, that I could do it for him. Even when the smallest things would set me off into an uncontrollable spiral, he never once told me I was overreacting. I screamed at him for things that weren't his fault, things that he couldn't control, things that I couldn't even process in my own head, but he never held it against me. He was the one who saw it all but didn't love me any less, didn't hold me any less, didn't label me as broken or damaged or hard work, even though I was really, really hard work. And no one knew how amazing he was, no one else saw me at my absolute worst. He didn't run off and tell everyone how hard it was and how much he was doing for me, he just got on with it, loving me each day, even when there didn't seem to be an end in sight.
Adam writes poems. Not regularly or seriously, but funny little rhyming things, one of which won a competition. And once he wrote me a poem that made me cry because it was so sweet.
In March, Adam ran a half marathon in Berlin. He only trained for about 5 weeks and ran it in 1 hour and 55 minutes. Though this one people know because its amazing!
When I wear heels to Venue and I inevitably realise that it was, in fact, a horrendous idea at two in the morning walking down Eliot footpath, Adam gives me his shoes. Whether it is dry or wet. So I clump down the hill in his size 10 shoes, and he walks in his socks. And he doesn't even complain about it.
When I wear heels to Venue and I inevitably realise that it was, in fact, a horrendous idea at two in the morning walking down Eliot footpath, Adam gives me his shoes. Whether it is dry or wet. So I clump down the hill in his size 10 shoes, and he walks in his socks. And he doesn't even complain about it.
Adam knows all the words to most Lilly Allen songs, a fact I didn't quite realise until we saw her at Latitude.
I know the last one is pretty random, but it still comes under the banner of 'skills Adam does not disclose'. Though perhaps for different reasons.
So I really hope that our little surprise makes him smile because he really deserves it. I've never pulled one off before. Because all I want him to know is that I love him, we all do.
Happy Birthday Adam!!
